"Th-then what if I don't have the money?" Tang Mo asked weakly, raising her hand.
She was in the wrong, and she knew it. What she'd done was completely out of line, so she didn't dare speak any louder.
"If you can't come up with the money, you'll work for the base until your debt is paid in full."
The captain's eyes held a hint of sympathy. This wasn't the first time someone had deliberately led a horde of mutant beasts to the base.
No one could afford the cost of all those bullets. In the end, everyone who lured a mutant beast horde became an Alliance laborer.
Every base had its share of Alliance laborers.
The bases no longer had prisons. Nowadays, a place where you did nothing all day while being fed and housed wasn't a punishment—it was paradise.
'Who would even dream of it?'
These days, people who broke the rules would temporarily become Alliance laborers. The length of their service was determined by the severity of their transgression.
